"the most remarkable thing about coming home to you

is the feeling of being in motion again. it's the most extraordinary thing in the world."

i was late to frisbee practice because i was blogging yesterday. neal forgot the weed and i forgot to wear runnable shoes. we also apparently forgot our acoustic guitar, vegan dogs, and bowler hats. i couldn't stop the pointless and stupid questions from flowing and they apparently couldn't continue to answer them.

cheese spread and pop punk capped the night. and for a split second i stopped thinking about kissing boys and started thinking about doing drugs. i also hope a massive rager happens sometime soon, and i'm devastated that i'm missing out on the flea market on sunday.

seriously, why cant lakewood park become our summer slow jam?